all these days we're just moving through pack our seasons carefully all the little things in boxes take them down to the fair gravity's ribbons in the air and i see you've been hard on yourself when the sun shines everywhere and the town folk they're talking all the time but you just sit there with your alien mind and it's half past the hour your truth is just someone elses guess when there's flowers everywhere your boys so old for his age with a world to rearrange when you just don't get time in your shell on the line with mr grey all this time i've been being someone else and you come up singing saying 'here i am' and it's half past the hour